{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"4f28add7-1087-4c0d-8cb4-b91b5851fced","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-09-23T09:49:25.494Z","title":"The Debt","slug":"the-debt","shortId":"yBDWM3vH","authorNote":"This was written for a contest where the theme was \"The Celts\". This is why it is set in Scotland. I have tried to bring a touch of folklore into the story.","disclaimer":"All characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to any person living or dead is entirely down to the author's perverted imagination. If you want to take a copy and reproduce all I ask is you don't try to pass it off as your own and tell people where you copied it from.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A widow takes a young girl on as a lodger and experiences a whole new world.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"6d314852-cb50-481a-b1a2-44209b2edbc8","title":null,"summary":"I looked up from the book I was reading as the raucous sounds of some \nnoisy birds being disturbed, ","wordCount":3626,"readTime":18,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

I looked up from the book I was reading as the raucous sounds of some \nnoisy birds being disturbed, broke the silence outside. Then before it \nhad died away there was a timid knock on my door, which was strange, to \nsay the least. Glancing at the clock I saw that it was half-past eight \nand as it was nearly four miles into the village, I wondered who would \nbe passing at this time of night.
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\nOpening the door, I was greeted by the sight of a petite young girl in a\n tight pair of ripped denim jeans and a thin fleece with the hood pulled\n up. The light was still good enough to see her features quite clearly \nand her large green eyes shone brightly as she smiled at me as she swept\n away the hood to reveal straight jet-black hair that was tucked into \nthe body of her top.
\n
\n“Mrs MacLeod?... I’ve come about the room,” she said looking at me \nhopefully. It took me a moment to recall that I had indeed put an advert\n in the local shop a few days ago offering a room, hoping to raise a \nlittle bit of extra cash.
\n
\n“Come in, come in,” I said opening the door wide and inviting her into \nmy small lounge with its pair of overstuffed chairs on either side of \nthe fireplace, which wasn’t lit as it was still warm in the evenings. I \nhad lived on the Isle of Skye, in this very cottage for nearly 30 years \nsince I moved here at 21 when Finn and I got married. A lovely but \nisolated spot overlooking Loch Dhughaill, halfway between Achnacloich in\n the west and Kilbeg in the east. Beautiful it was, but freezing most of\n the time situated on the barren hillside with little protection against\n the freezing winds which meant there were just a few limited months \nwhere there wasn’t the need for a blazing fire.
\n
\nAs the young lass went to enter Duff appeared at my side and looked at \nher intently before starting to growl at the possible intruder. Duff was\n my 5-year-old Scottish deerhound, imagine if you will a shaggy and \nstockier version of a greyhound. Before I could chide Duff to be \nwelcoming to strangers; the girl spoke in a language that I didn’t know,\n but at the same time sounded vaguely familiar.
\n
\nThe change that came over Duff was amazing. Although not an aggressive \ndog Duff was always wary and aloof of strangers and it took a while to \nget him to warm to you. At her melodic words, Duff started to pant and \njumped at her, licking at her face and then dropping down and nuzzling \nat her hand for affection. Looking quizzically at her I said, “well now \nthere’s a turn up for the books, seems you have made a lifelong friend \nwhich is rare for Duff. What on earth did you say to him and what was \nthat language?”
\n
\nThe girl smiled as she ruffled Duff’s shaggy head, “I just told him in \nGaelic I was to be his friend and I can see why he is called Duff.”
\n
\n“Why?” I said curiously as Finn had called him Duff from the day he bought him home as a young pup.
\n
\n“Because Duff means dark or black in Gaelic and this fine fellow is a \nwonderful example,” smiled Isla as she muttered words to him in Gaelic.
\n
\n“Let me put the kettle on and we can talk further,” I said leaving her to sit and continue to make a fuss of Duff.
\n
\nHanding her the mug of tea she smiled as Duff settled at her feet and \nshe spoke in the soft accent of a true Highlander, “How rude of me, my \nname is Isla Macbeth and I am studying Arts & Culture at the Sabhal \nMòr Ostaig UHI in Sleat.” The SMO was quite famous on the Island as \nbeing the only Gaelic medium college in the world.
\n
\n“Would you not have been better off staying in Kilmore or Ferrindonald, \nwhere there was perhaps little more life and closer to the university \nthan stuck up here in the wilds,” I said.
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\n“I love the view of Loch; it’s only 4 miles to the university and all downhill,” said Isla with a twinkling smile.
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\n“But uphill on the way back,” I laughed, “and when it comes to Gaelic \nthen you have me at a disadvantage, my child. My knowledge of Gaelic is \nvery limited to almost non-existent as I wasn’t born here,” then \nlowering my voice to a theatrical whisper went on “in fact, I am almost \nEnglish.”
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\nA look of what almost seemed like concern or worry flashed across Isla’s\n face as she blurted out, “but you are Heather MacLeod aren’t you?”
\n
\nI nodded, “yes; that is the name I have had the pleasure of having for \nnearly 30 years since I married Finn,” then looking at her face went on,\n “but sadly Finn has been gone these past five years.”
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\n“How did he pass?” said Isla quietly.
\n
\n“It was five years ago just gone and Duff there was just a pup. A family\n was visiting from Ireland and the youngest girl fell into the loch. My \nFinn saw it and dived in; he managed to get her to safety but was pulled\n under and drowned.”
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\n“Did you know the name of the family?” asked Isla without looking up from Duff.
\n
\n“Kaleleach or Caillache,” I said, “or something like that.”
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\nIsla smiled as she said “Cailleach... it means a witch in Gaelic you \nknow.” she paused before she went on “and your Finn was he a man of fair\n hair by any chance?”
\n
\nI looked at her in shock as Finn was blonde which was rare in these \nparts but before I could question as to how she knew her small face \nbroke into a broad grin, “Finn means fair in Gaelic so it was a wild \nguess.”
\n
\n“Phew,” I laughed, “I thought perhaps for a moment you were a witch with psychic powers.”
\n
\n*****
\n
\nI explained the rules of the house to Isla which were quite simple in \nthat I didn’t allow strong drink or men in the house unless I was \npresent and took a dim view of swearing.
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\nIsla was happy to pay the £50 per week which included her food and \nwashing. She was an ideal house guest, as like me she seemed to prefer \nto spend the evenings with her head in books; the lack of television or \ninternet didn’t seem to worry her at all.
\n
\nShe and Duff became firm friends and would often go out fell running at \nweekends and some afternoons when she didn't have a lecture. Although \nthey would both often return covered in mud from their adventures, she \nwas careful to clean Duff off in the wet room at the back and there was \nnever a spot of mud from either of them when they walked through the \nhouse. There was one thing that I did find a little disconcerting is \nthat she would often walk from the wet area in the back to her room \ntotally naked.
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\nWhen I challenged her on it, she stood in front of me, her lithe naked \nbody perfectly toned, the nipples on her small 32b breasts standing \nproud. Without any shame looked me in the eye and said, “But Mrs M, we \nare just girls together and I am sure there is nothing you haven’t seen \nbefore.”
\n
\nThat night I lay in bed picturing her in my mind as I felt myself \ngetting damp. What I never told her, or in fact anyone on the Island, \nwas that before I met Finn I had dabbled in same-sex relationships. I am\n not being totally truthful when I say dabbled, as for a couple of years\n I was a fully-fledged card-holding lesbian and although no steady \nrelationships, slept with most of the women that way inclined in \nuniversity.
\n
\nPulling up my nightdress I started to think of the women I had slept \nwith but every time I pictured their faces it seemed to change into \nIsla’s face. It was her head in my dreams that I pushed between my \nthighs, her tongue rather than my fingers that were gently strumming me \ntowards an orgasm. I was biting my bottom lip to stay silent when I \nheard the noise coming through the walls of the cottage from Isla’s \nbedroom next to mine. Her moans were quite clear; as whatever she was \ndoing, was bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm. I could hear her\n thrashing about on the bed and the distinct moan told me that she had \ncum, but the moans that followed told me she hadn’t stopped cumming. \nTwisting around I bit down onto the pillow as my orgasm tore through my \nbody like a hurricane.
\n
\n*****
\n
\nThe next morning as I cooked Isla’s breakfast, I avoided her face as I \nfelt the guilt of last night’s secret dreams flashback into my head. \nHere was I, a 50-year-old woman; a respectable widow, having lascivious \nthoughts about a slip of a girl who was more than half my age.
\n
\nIsla’s words snapped me out of my thoughts, “What do you miss most about him?”
\n
\nIt took me a moment to register that Isla was talking about Finn; and \nwithout much rational thought, the image of seeing Finn naked for the \nfirst time popped into my head. I felt my knees go a little weak as I \nremember the snake that hung down between Finn’s legs. It was as thick \nas a baby’s arm which twitched as I watched before it started to grow \nand rise until it was pointing at my face. I measured it later in our \nmarried life and found from base to the tip of the head it was 10 inches\n and almost the same in circumference. From that night onwards I never \nlooked at another man or woman; as not only was Finn’s cock a \nmagnificent beast, he knew how to use it.
\n
\nKnowing my face must be bright red, I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I stammered, “His sense of humour.”
\n
\nIsla tried to hide her sly smile as she must have read my mind and \nnodded repeating, “his sense of humour, of course, the Scots are \nrenowned for it.”
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\n*****
\n
\nA few nights later I waved a cheery goodbye to Isla as she said, “I am \noff to the village for the evening, but I should be back by ten. Will \nyou be alright on your own?”
\n
\n“Of course, Mrs M,” laughed Isla, “I have lots of studying to do and \nDuff will keep me safe, not that anyone comes up here anyway.”
\n
\nThirty minutes later I was cursing under my breath as I trudged back up \nthe path to the cottage from the land rover I had abandoned halfway to \nthe village after it had run out of diesel. Muttering to myself I was \nsure I had put the full jerrycan on the back a few days before, but when\n I had checked, it was empty and it was quicker to walk back to the \ncottage than it was to walk to town.
\n
\nI avoided entering the cottage from the front so as not to disturb Isla \nwhom I had left studying a ½ hour before and moved to the barn to \ncollect the jerrycan of diesel. It was then that the chill air had \nbought about a need to pee before I made the walk back to the land \nrover; so I let myself in silently via the back door.
\n
\nTo my surprise, I could hear noises coming from the front room which was\n annoying as I recalled quite clearly that one of my rules was that Isla\n could not bring any guests back without my approval. Saying that I \nlistened at the door as I could hear the sounds of passion that \nimmediately made me think that Isla had sneaked back a boy. Smiling to \nmyself I decided to have a naughty wee peek and pushing the door open a \nlittle, I heard Isla’s voice moaning, “Oh yes that's wonderful, fuck me \nhard,” followed by grunting and panting as the couple consumed their \nlovemaking.
\n
\nThe sight that greeted me was not the pounding ass of a local lad but in\n fact the hairy hips of Duff. I felt my jaw drop as I stood in silence \nwatching from behind as Duff slammed into Isla, his front paws pulling \nher onto his cock as she moaned and thrashed in ecstasy. I wanted to run\n screaming from the sight yet at the same time found myself craning to \nget a better view. I could see Duff’s cock was huge and an angry red \ncolour as it rapidly moved back and forward in Isla’s pussy, her lips \npuffy around it.
\n
\nThe heavy balls were swinging in time with the movement of Duff’s \nfucking and I could see that in front was a bulge that he was trying to \nforce into Isla. Before my eyes, Duff finally managed to succeed as he \ndrove the bulge home. Isla’s pussy opened to receive it, before clamping\n around it and at the same time her loud moan of sheer pleasure filled \nthe cottage.
\n
\nStill, in total shock, I backed away from the door and closed it \nsilently before leaving the cottage and stumbling down the path to my \ncar. The sounds of Isla’s multiple orgasms rang in my ears. As I walked \nin the gloom all I could see in my mind was that vision of Isla’s naked \nwhite ass pushing back to Duff’s thrusts and the noise of her cries of \npassion. Even after I had poured the diesel into the tank I sat in the \ndarkness until finally I felt composed enough to drive into the village.\n
\n
\n*****
\n
\nThe next morning, I lay in bed and listened to the sounds of Isla \ngetting ready and departing for the day. Glancing at the clock I saw \nthat it was still early and then I recalled that she had mentioned she \nwould be out for most of the day and at least it saved me the \nembarrassment of facing her after last night.
\n
\nClosing my eyes for a moment I recalled last night's events and the \nvision of Duff fucking young Isla sprang into my head. I found myself \nremembering the moans of passion and Duff slammed into her; before I \nknew it my hand had wandered to my groin and I was stroking my pussy as I\n replayed the scene. As I touched myself; the vision of Duff’s cock \nbecame clearer & clearer in my mind, I found myself aching as it had\n been so long since anything had filled the void between my legs.
\n
\nMoving my hands away at such guilty thoughts I stood and grabbed my \nrobe, wrapping it tightly around me before heading downstairs to cook my\n breakfast. Entering the kitchen, I saw Duff lying on his side, half \nasleep next to the Aga enjoying the radiating warmth. I couldn’t help \nmyself as my gaze was drawn to his crotch and I could see a tiny red tip\n just emerging from the hairy sheath. I had never looked on Duff in this\n way and part of me wanted to drag my gaze away but the other half \nseemed to urge me on. Kneeling next to him I timidly touched the small \nred tip and almost squealed like a schoolgirl as it started to emerge \njust a little. It seemed hard to imagine that from this small beginning \nthe fiery red monster I had witnessed last night would emerge.
\n
\nDuff opened one eye and looked at me with a look that seemed to speak \nvolumes. It was like he knew what my thoughts were and what I desired, \nbut also knew he must be patient and wait his time and allow me to \ndevelop things at my pace. I started to work the cock a little more as \nit grew and with each touch, it seemed to get bigger and bigger as it \nswelled.
\n
\nIt had started to drip a clear fluid onto my hand and this lubricated my\n palm as I worked him to hardness. My mind was whirling at what was \nhappening, part of me desired to be as Isla was last night, to have that\n void between my legs filled, yet part of me was horrified by what I \nknew I was about to do. Duff seemed to have sensed that I had made my \ndecision as he rolled onto his feet and stood patiently allowing me to \nwork his cock with my hand, as I marvelled at the heat emanating from it\n as it pulsed.
\n
\nMy mind was made up as I stood and threw off my robe, almost tearing the\n nightgown until I stood naked in my kitchen. Then dropping to all \nfours, I presented myself to Duff, ready to take him as my new lover. As\n I rested my head against the tiled floor, I thought for a moment how \nperhaps Duff was the connection between myself and my poor departed \nFinn. Duff was his puppy that had comforted me with love after Finn was \ntaken from me; now Duff would take his place as my lover.
\n
\nThe tongue that rasped along my pussy lips was like nothing I had ever \nfelt before in that area. In the past, I have had my pussy licked by the\n smooth cheeks of my female lovers and also the stubbly cheeks of Finn, \nbut this was something new. I had felt Duff’s tongue lick my hand a \nthousand times over the years, its roughness lapping with affection, but\n when applied to my clit, pussy and ass it sent a thrill through me that\n had no equal. Groaning with pleasure I arched backwards to Duff, urging\n him to lick more and as he did the first orgasm shuddered through me.
\n
\nI whimpered, almost with sadness as his tongue stopped, but my dismay \nwas short-lived as I felt him rise up and grip my ample waist with his \npaws. His back legs were scrambling for purchase on the floor and I \ncould hear the click of his claws on the tiles as he thrust frantically \nat me. His warm belly hair caressed my back and ass like the softest \ncovering and his cock felt like a hot steel rod seeking its perfect \nplace. Then in a flash, I felt the tip enter my pussy briefly and at \nthat moment my whole life changed forever. With a yelp, Duff thrust \nhimself forward and buried his cock fully inside me; before I had even \nhad the chance for it to register, he began to fuck me with a frantic \nurgency.
\n
\nHe wasn’t as big as I remembered Finn, but the memory was so long ago \nperhaps he was, whatever slight difference in size there might have been\n nothing compared with the ferocity and speed of Duff's fucking. It took\n me a moment to realise that the words filling the air were spewing \nforth from my mouth as I pleaded with Duff to fuck me harder and never \nstop. Duff needed no encouragement as he drove in and out in short \nsavage thrusts and I could feel the bulge at the base of his cock \nslamming against my pussy lips. As he thrust, I knew that he wanted to \nforce that inside me and taking a deep breath I pushed back and nearly \npassed out as it entered in me.
\n
\nI could feel it swell inside every further, filling me as I had never \nbeen filled before, even by Finn’s mighty weapon. Then as Duff slowed to\n almost a stop it started to throb deep inside and then exploded in a \ngush of hot fluid that seemed to spray inside forever. Orgasm after \norgasm tore through my body as I knew that this would be the first of \nmany times that Duff would fuck me.
\n
\n*****
\n
\nEPILOGUE
\n
\nIsla smiled to herself as she watched through the window and could see \ninto the kitchen where Heather and Duff were still locked in passion. \nShe could see Heather arch herself up to Duff, imploring him to fuck her\n harder and faster, the smell of her sex filling the air and her noises \nof pleasure and ecstasy catching in the breeze. Isla moved silently to \nthe front of the house and went to her bedroom, her movements \naccompanied by the noises from the kitchen filling the cottage as \nHeather orgasmed yet again. Isla checked the room one more time to make \nsure that no trace of her remained and quietly moved back down the \nstairs and out through the front door. She paused on the threshold of \nthe cottage, as she held two fingers to her lips in a kiss before \ntransferring it to the doorframe and said softly to the wind, “our debt \nis paid Finn MacLeod, your wife is cared for, though perhaps not how you\n expected, she is happy all the same. Thank you again for the life of my\n little sister and just so you know she doesn’t swim in lochs anymore.” \nWith that Isla dissolved into a puff of black smoke that whirled for a \nmoment before forming into a black raven that flapped away in the wind.

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